When Nan Xian and Lao Weng were playing, Wei Zeling watched with her arms crossed.

She grew up in the United States, influenced by the local culture and customs, and she is good at golf, tennis, which are relatively trendy and fashionable.

She has no interest in Huaguo's chess, and even looks down on it in her heart—isn't it just a few pieces of wood engraved with words? There is neither beauty nor innovation, and I really don't know what is worthy of praise.

She doesn't know chess, so naturally she can't understand the game.

She had seen that the old man had easily defeated the others with only a few moves, so she took it for granted that Nan Xian would also lose to him.

Looking at it now, the old man is cautious and serious, but Nan Xian Luozi seems to be playing randomly, Wei Zeling is even more sure of the conjecture in her heart - Nan Xian is afraid that she can't play chess at all, and this must be her deliberately setting up in front of the camera!

Hmph, I'll wait to see her get slapped in the face!

She snorted coldly in her heart, and pinched Nan Xian with the corner of her eye rather disdainfully, and raised her chin proudly as if she had won a game.

At this time, she swept her assistant's figure at the end of the path, so she glanced at the camera brother who was following her.

The other party will understand and move the camera away.

Her assistant was a young boy in his early twenties, not very tall, wearing a pair of highly myopic glasses, and he would not be looked at in the crowd.

He was carrying a large bag in his hand, holding Wei Zeling's down jacket in his arms, and trotted all the way over.

Wei Zeling glanced at him, took the down jacket and put it on, threw the warm baby who had no temperature into his arms, and then picked a stone bench where no one was there and sat down, and played with his mobile phone.

The assistant put everything on the dry ground, crouched down, pulled out a few new pairs of sneakers, and placed them in front of her.

"Sister, I brought it to you, which pair do you want to change?" He asked in a whisper.

Wei Zeling lifted her eyelids, and the tip of her high-heeled shoes moved slightly, pointing at the leftmost pair.

He immediately quickly put away the other pairs of shoes and helped her take off his heels.

It was cold, and most of her feet were exposed, blown by the cold wind, and her skin was slightly bruised.

His eyes froze, and he quietly raised his eyes to look at her.

She was typing on her phone, looking so serious that she didn't notice his gaze.

He swallowed, pulled a soft, clean handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped her frozen feet like a treasure, and pressed his palm against it.

After realizing that the warmth spread on the soles of her feet, Wei Zeling stopped typing, raised her eyes, frowned, and withdrew her feet.

"What are you doing?"

A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, lowered his head, and said, "You, your feet are too cold, I want to help you warm up, and you can ...... your shoes more comfortable."

However, before he could finish explaining, the old men who were watching the game over there let out a kind laugh, which immediately attracted Wei Zeling's attention.

Seeing that the old man took out a bag and handed it to Nan Xian, she "chuckled" in her heart, hurriedly put on her shoes, and when she got up, she didn't forget to glare at him, and scolded him in a low voice: "I don't know the rules!" Don't do what you shouldn't do in the future! ”

He slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, his drooping eyelashes concealed the emotion at the bottom of his eyes, and answered in a low voice.

Wei Zeling ignored him anymore and walked straight towards the crowd.